nostalgia, in song form

All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that’s left to linger on.

I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears.
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs.

Memories they can’t be bought and
They can’t be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That’s why last night and this mornin’
Always look the same to me

I hate reading old love letters,
For they always bring me tears.
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs.

Memories they can’t be bought and
They can’t be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me.

Souvenirs by John Prine